It's a weekend for bikes

The sun's out and I'm not working for once. It's time to go down to the beach on one of the bikes. Except of course, MileEater's still in bits and missing an engine, and DM1(bug) is just out of storage, weeks away from being able to run and looks like shite. Bah. Colour me not one bit cheerful about this. I am not at all pleased. I've just been mooching down on the seafront with TWM and one of her small ones, and looking at the shiny two wheeled metal present, and the fact that my own is missing just will no longer do. Actually, this is one of many things in the soup at the moment that just won't do. Not least of which is this net connection; I'm typing this with a ping meter on the screen hat once again, for about the tenth time this evening says "no signal coming in". It just won't do. I'm paying for a broadband connection but it's no exaggeration to say that the 14kbps modem and phoneline I started off with in '95 was a damned sight more reliable than this. At the moment I'm trying to watch a seven minute clip from Andrew Marr's morning show on the BBC site; I'm on the forth attempt so far to view this before the elastic band powering the bloody connection runs out of steam again. Why should I waste my time with this? Why should I waste my time paying premium rate phone connections to talk to a tech support who will go through a very long procedure, rip me off blind and achieve nothing? They are being moved up the "things to sort" list; they can either resolve their service, or get their bloody unreliable shite equipment of my house and out of my life. This, also, will not do.

Oh, and for followers of the doings of the G boy; I fear he's in the wars at the moment; he's been nursing a patch of missing fur for the last couple of days, evidence of a tussle presumably with Foul Ginger from across the street. He was a sulky moocher again this morning and close examination has revealed that another patch of fur has gone. I have a feeling that Ginger may be having interface with me, soon...